First Tour

Chapter 29

Previously in First Tour
Sarah wakes up on the jet. She over hears Niall and Harry talking about needing Harry's bleessing. Niall and Sarah unpack in their hotel room. They also get Paul to run to the store and get baby food for Sarah's next video. Sarah records a video, with the help of the boys of course.
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"That was amazing Sarah. I've never heard you sing like that before," Niall says as he limbs over to me. "Thanks, Ni. Now sit down. I'll be right back. I'm gonna go get an ice pack for that knee of yours," I say smiling and standing up from the couch. "You don't have to. I'll be fine," Niall says. I give him the 'don't you dare lie to me' look. I walk over to the kitchen and grab an ice pack as I hear talking from Louis's and Harry's room. The other boys went into one of there rooms. I guess for a band conference, they'll probably fill Niall in before the concert. So, being the curious person I am, I stop and eavesdrop. "Are you serious?!" 3 british accents say. "Keep your bloody voices down. They're right outside. Yes, I'm serious. He really wants to do this," I hear another voice say. "And you support the both of them?" Louis says, I'm guessing since they're all talking hush hush. "Not really, but its not going to happen until the end of the tour. Just wait and see. Maybe she'll say yes. We're his bandmates. We're SUPPOSE TO support him in everything he does. He took a beating for her. Do you really think just anybody would do that for her? The quarterback of her American football team hates her, ever since they met. Her best friend got knocked up 'cause of that quarterback. The mate's been there ever since they met. We all saw the way they looked at each other when they first met. Lads, I'm afraid our little boy's growing up," Harry says quietly. "Man, this is a huge step for him. What if she gets weirded out since it's so soon. Or what if she says no," Zayn says softly. "She won't. I think I know my own sister. She wouldn't shut up about him when ever I got home from tour. Every chance she gets she talks about him. I see it in her eyes the way she talks about him. They're in love," Harry whispers.

I walk away beyond confused. I hand the ice pack to Niall as he says, "what took you so long?" "Nothing," I say. I know that they were talking about Niall and I, but what? I don't want to ask Niall cause I could scare him off from asking me later. But that's like 4 months away. That'll be so long till he asks me.

"Sar, you okay? Your kinda staring off into space," Niall says snapping me back to reality. "Yea. I'm okay. How's the knee?" I ask sitting down next to Niall. I lean into him as he wraps his arm around me. "Hurts like hell. Guess I can't show the fans that I'm off crutches. They'll be so upset..." Niall says disappointedly. "Ni. You had a quarterback tackle you to the ground. You look like you got the living shit beaten out of you and your worried about your fans being disappointed in you not being off crutches?" I say smiling up at him. "Yea. We should go get that stuff to put over my bruises on my face," Niall says. I nod and help him up.

Niall leans on my for support as we get into our bedroom. We hear someone shout, "unbelievable! They're so young! They shouldn't be-" something or someone cuts the person off. "What was that all about?" I ask. "I don't know..." Niall says more as a question and quietly. I just shrug it off.

"Let me go grab my makeup bag real quick," I say. I rush out of the room and to the bathroom. I walk in and look through the cabinets. Having 5 other people here doesn't help. I think Harry and Zayn have the most stuff with them, bathroom wise. "There it is," I say to myself. I grab the makeup bag from the top shelf, well try. "Shit! I don't even remeber putting it up there," I say. I step up on to the toilet, since the cabinet is right above it, and reach for the bag. I end up slipping on something from the toilet and fall down with the shelf and everything on it come crashing down on me. I end up screaming "AAAHHH!" at the top of my longs. I bang my right ankle on the toilet. I hear running come from outside the door. The door bursts open and 5 boys come running in, one limping while running. "Sarah!" I hear someone shout. The shelf's on me with all my bathroom products scattered everywhere. Harry and Louis get the shelf off me. Niall bends down next to me and helps me sit up. "Sarah, are you alright?" Liam asks. "Does it look like I'm alright? MY FUCKING ANKLE FEELS LIKE SOMEONE JUST STABBED IT FIVE TIMES THEN RIPPED IT OFF!! PLUS, A freaking shelf fell on me while trying to get my makeup bag! Who the hell put it up there in the first place?! Because I sure as hell didn't!" I yell while holding my ankle. They all point to Harry. "I swear to fucking g-" I stop mid-sentence as I try to stand up. I fall back down as I put little press on my right ankle. Zayn and Niall catch me before I smack my head on the floor. "Easy, Sarah. Someone go get Paul. And fast," Niall says to the boys. Liam runs out of the room to go get Paul. "Great, we have 2 crippled. One that already has knee problems and one that might've broken her ankle," Zayn says. "This isn't going to end well," Louis mumbles under his breathe.

Liam comes back with Paul close behind. "What happened?" Paul asks kneeling down next to me. "I slipped on the toilet trying to get my makeup bag that someone put on the top shelf," I say glaring at Harry. "I came crashing down and slammed my right ankle onto the toilet. I kinda sorta landed on my ankle...." I say as Paul examines my leg. "What do you mean kinda sorta?" Harry asks. "I landed on my ankle wrong," I say slowly. "Well the good news is that it's not broken. The bad news is is that it's sprained," Paul says. I hold in a sob as he says that. Niall tenses up. "I'll get a doctor on the phone to come HERE and wrap it and make sure it's not broken," Paul continues. He gets up to leave then turns back around and says, "oh. One more thing. Niall, Your crutches are leaning against the kitchen counter. Sarah, I'll get you your crutches after I get off the phone with the doctor. For now, boys help her to the couch." And with that, he leaves the room.

Harry and Liam help me to the couch. Niall wanted to help but we all said that he's already having a hard time walking to begin with.

An hour and a half later, Paul's walking the doctor out. "Well that was. Interesting," Zayn says from where he stands, one foot up against the wall with his back leaning against the wall opposite of me and his arms crossed. There's a long pause before Louis asks, "what are we going to do about you on crutches. I mean we know what to do but we don't go on until your done." I put my head in my hands and try to hold in the tears that are coming. I feel a hand go to my back and start rubbing circles around it. "I'm sorry, you guys. I ruined everything. First, you guys had to take me a on the tour. Then you had to make a twitcam just because of the hate. Then Niall gets beaten up because of me. Now, you guys have to waist your time with me while you five could be at sound check," I say as tears roll down my face. No one speaks for a minute or two. Then all of a sudden, the boys all start speaking at once. I look up as I whip the tears coming down my face. "One at a time," I say slowly. Harry goes first, "Sarah you ruined nothing. I brought you on this tour because one your the best singer I've ever heard and two, you almost killed yourself over Alvin!" "We made that twitcam because once again, you almost killed yourself over that asshole, Alvin. And you were upset with the fans," Louis says. "We all wanted to know if you were okay. You sprained your bloody ankle. Of course we're worried about you. We'd cancel the show just to know that your okay," Liam says. Niall puts his hand on my lap and says, "Sar, I'd take a bullet for you. Getting beaten up by Trevor was worth every ounce as long as I know your save."

For the next like half hour, I'm crying. Not only because my ankle hurts like shit, but because the boys care so much about me. I literally thought that I was just some fan that's half related to the youngest member of thee most famous band in the world. I thought that I'd die married to an abusive husband. I thought Alvin would've forced me to marry him or threaten to kill me. I thought my life was over.

Anyways, enough of the boo hoo business. I'm not here to cry over my life being over. I'm here to support my brother, boyfriend, and best friends on tour.

Niall motions with his hand for the boys to leave. I hear someone mumble, "girls cry over everything." I look up to see Harry had said that. "Harold Edward Styles. Watch your goddamn mouth next time," I say glaring at Harry. The boys laugh at Harry thinking I'm joking, which I'm not. I've been through hell and back. Hopefully, I don't ever have to go through that again or anything like that. My hopes where wrong, way wrong.
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-S.B.
Whatcha think? So a sprained ankle. How will Sarah ever sing with crutches and a mic? And what does Sarah mean that her hopes are way wrong? You just have wait and see.

I'm making a new story. It's called My Enemies And My Savors. I still haven't posted a prologue yet.

Until next time.....
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